Ji Chenfeng is known as the god of war in investment banks. When he stares at people with his deep pupils, it feels like he can get cramps and peel off bones.
But he was dressed in colorful clothes, like a walking peacock, but he never opened his tail to anyone.
Because of his many eccentricities, the longest a secretary could serve was three months.
For this reason, the human resources director lost a lot of hair at a young age. In the end, he had no choice but to coax Xia Wanxing, an intern from the venture capital department, to become the boss's secretary.
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Xia Wanxing has been the boss's secretary for two years without making any mistakes. The whole company admires her with admiration.
One day, when she was returning to the hotel after socializing with Ji Chenfeng, her car broke down and she was waiting on the roadside for the rain to stop.
The heavy rain hit the car windows, the whole world was foggy, a fishy smell spread, and the breath was swallowed up by the noise.
When the rain stopped, she was soaked to the skin.
Xia Wanxing sends messages to Ji Chenfeng every day.
[Boss, tomorrow's lucky color is red]
yellow
After that rain, there was a color code between them that only the two of them understood.
Xia Wanxing stared at those two words. She must have gone to his villa too frequently recently...
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Two years after resigning, it was a drizzly summer night with hot flashes in the evening breeze.
Xia Wanxing was taking a leisurely walk on Hong Kong Island. In her sight, the black suit trousers hugging her long, smooth legs seemed familiar to her.
The umbrella is high, from the carefully carved jawline to the high bridge of the nose, to the deep eyes.
Xia Wanxing looked at him through the silver wire, and subconsciously tilted the umbrella towards him based on her body habits.
Ji Chenfeng wrapped her hand around the handle of the umbrella and stepped under it.
The rain was getting heavier, and countless raindrops rolled down from the umbrella, like a curtain enclosing a small world that only belonged to them.
He leaned over to close the distance between the two of them, and the ambiguous voice came into people's ears wetly in the rain: "Wanwan, tell me what your lucky color is today..."
Deposited on August 8, 2026
Intention: Love is salvation
